wear it lord god

Chapter 2618 Compromise
“Go back. When she returns, I will tell her that you are ultimately just a mortal. She has never interfered in the mortal world and has no worldly feelings.” Qi Bin also advised her kindly. No one expected that this guy would have such great perseverance, just because he saw her once, he was willing to wait for the rest of his life.

Bruce sat cross-legged on the floor mat, his face lowered, silent.

Judging from this, they'll be waiting...

Qi Bin frowned slightly, then said softly, "You look presentable now, but in two hundred years, even the best medicine won't be able to stop the aging process. With current technology, you can get a head transplant or a machine body. But do you want her to come back to see a frail old man, or a transplanted person whose body is entirely made up of someone else's body except for the head, or a machine that is no longer human?"

A full-length mirror was taken out of the Qiankun bag and placed in front of Bruce.

"She likes beautiful things. Take a good look at yourself and see how you plan to face her."

Bruce looked up at himself in the mirror.

Any electronic recording or shooting tool can automatically beautify the image, but only the most basic mirror can truly reflect one's condition.

He wore a dark blue cotton robe with folded collar made by the Nine Heavens Blessed Land, his dark brown hair had grown to his ankles and was tied up with an ebony hairpin, and his beard had grown to his waist. If you didn't know, you would think he was a fanatical Taoist practitioner.

If it weren't for the fact that none of the immortals are old yet—except for Qibin and Qiming, who are around thirty years old, and the other immortals who are only in their twenties—he would have quite the air of a Taoist immortal.

Bruce couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, looking at himself in the mirror with slight surprise.

A hundred years have passed, and he has aged considerably. Even if he shaves his beard and cuts his hair short, he can never regain the vigorous spirit of his youth.

His eyes slowly lost all their light, and he lowered his head again: "It's not that I won't live to see her come back, but she won't be able to see what I've become."

Qi Bin frowned slightly. It seemed he would have to wait until he died.

"Why bother? There are still many places in the mortal world worth remembering. Even the temple keeper here has days off, can go home to enjoy family time, and can experience the prosperity and diversity of the mortal world."

Bruce responded to this with a nonchalant tone: "I already have a lot. I have many descendants, a lot of money, and I don't lack women. I've experienced all the worldly pleasures I could. I'm quite happy here. The temple keeper and security personnel here take good care of me. I'm very grateful. If you feel that I don't need to live too long, I can stop taking the medication and age naturally."

Qibin was having a headache. Once he stopped taking the medication, his body would age much faster than if he hadn't taken it at all, and it would all be over in thirty years at most.

But after the main god returned, it was unclear what he was thinking. After all, this was the first mortal to deeply love her, willing to wait a lifetime, even if there was no outcome.

The supreme deity may appear ruthless, but his emotions are extremely delicate and profound. He seems to transcend mortal feelings, yet at times he values ​​loyalty and affection even more than mortals.

Even if a dog wags its tail at her and trusts her to the extreme, she will still care about the dog's fate.

Qi Bin thought for a moment, realizing he needed to take drastic measures. He abandoned his previous gentleness and spoke calmly with a hint of authority: "If you truly love her, you shouldn't use such methods to attract her attention. In her eyes, mortals are like ants. As for you, you've always lived in delusion."

He took out a few more items from his storage bag and used levitation magic to display them to Bruce.

Bruce looked up and saw three paintings, all of which were his own.

He frowned; the goddess's appearance had changed in the three paintings.

Upon closer inspection, he noticed that each painting was dated. The first painting was done a hundred years ago, during his first month at the temple; the second was done thirty years later; and the third was done seventy years later. He then turned his gaze to the canvas he was currently painting on. The background was the same, but the goddess's appearance had changed.

She became increasingly radiant and bright, and her figure became more and more slender. Although the goddess seemed to be becoming more and more beautiful, she was no longer the goddess he had painted before.

Qi Bin's cold voice rang out: "Take a good look. Which 'her' are you waiting for? Nothing in this world remains unchanged. Seas turn into mulberry fields, oases into deserts, and people's memories change too. Don't chase after things you can't catch. Going with the flow is the way of heaven. Even if you do find her, she won't be the one you remember. What are you clinging to?"

“No, it’s not like that…” Bruce’s tears streamed down his face as his trembling hand reached out towards the three paintings floating in mid-air. His despair at the collapse of his faith was deeply moving. But before he could touch them, the paintings vanished.

Qi Bin put the painting back into his Qiankun bag. He couldn't tear it up; he still had to hand it over to the God. Moreover, this painting was currently priceless. Collectors were willing to pay the price of anti-aging medicine enough for three people to take for a lifetime for just one copy. Some even claimed that as long as it was mostly completed and clearly the work of a divine painter, they would be satisfied.

As a result, some people would come to steal the painting in the middle of the night and snatch it in broad daylight. So much so that whenever the goddess's face was painted, the temple security would increase surveillance, separating Bruce from the painting, and anyone who dared to approach would be treated as a thief.

Beyond their artistic value, the evolution of these paintings provides invaluable material for studying human memory; no one would dedicate their entire life to painting only one subject. Even now, though human consciousness can be uploaded digitally, the human brain, like the universe, remains full of unknowns and mysteries.

After Bruce dies, these paintings will surely become the most expensive paintings ever made by humankind.

After the beating, it's time for a sweet treat... Qibin opened his hand, and a brocade box appeared in his palm.

"This elixir can reverse aging and make up for the hundred years you lost. As long as you are willing to have this memory erased, leave this place, and return to your original life, this is yours."

The brocade box was opened, revealing a round, crimson pill inside. Under the dim light of the temple, it emitted a faint golden glow and a delicate fragrance.

Qibin kindly advised, "Not only can you return to your youth and continue the wealthy life you deserve, but as long as you don't make any big mistakes, the heavens will also bless you with a lifetime of peace. Just consider all of this a dream, and it's time to wake up from the dream."

Bruce was crying so hard his face was covered in snot and tears. Was it a dream? If it was a dream, his dream was shattered.

Qi Bin wasn't in a hurry. He held the elixir in his hand and waited quietly, watching the mortal in front of him cry like a child.

……

Qibin returned to the Blessed Land of Nine Heavens. Qiming picked up the teapot, poured tea, and asked with a hint of nervousness, "Is it all settled?"

Qibin sat down, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Well, he finally agreed." Qi Bin breathed a sigh of relief at the guy's compromise: "Otherwise, I really don't know how to explain it when Xi Ning comes back."

……

Bruce gripped the bedding tightly with both hands, head bowed, sobbing silently, and finally nodded through his tears.

Qi Bin used magic to make Bruce faint on the spot, and then extracted his memories of a hundred years. Although it was a long time, Bruce had only done what he needed to survive in the past hundred years, such as painting, eating, and sleeping, so his memory was very small. Only a few white mist-like memories were extracted from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

Finally, they stuffed the elixir into Bruce's mouth and used their inner energy to force it down his throat. Then they took away the painting that Bruce hadn't finished.

After finishing everything, Qibin summoned the on-duty sage and looked at Bruce, who was still unconscious: "Send him to the hospital, handle the rest, and try to get him back to his original life as much as possible."